Right. So DH had this whole plan for a BBQ today cos weather’s been half decent and he got all excited like it’s a major event (he does this every flippin year). Told everyone to come round, made a WhatsApp group and everything. Said he’d “handle it all” and told me not to interfere (ha).
Fast forward to today – wakes up in a mood cos it’s a bit overcast and wind’s picked up. Starts muttering about the charcoal being damp and how “nobody appreciates the effort”. I told him to just stick some bangers on and stop whining. DS (3) then knocked over the pack of burger buns and that tipped him over the edge. Now he’s sat in the conservatory sulking and scrolling on his phone like a stroppy teen. Refused to come out when my sister and her lot turned up.
I ended up sorting it all, flipping sausages while trying to keep DD (9 months) from eating leaves. Everyone was lovely but a bit awkward cos DH was being a right mardy sod. He came out right at the end to put his “special chicken” on the grill and acted like he’d hosted the whole thing.
Now he’s washing up like he’s some sort of hero and muttering about how he’ll “never bother again”. I haven’t said much cos honestly I’m knackered and can’t be arsed.
AIBU to want to shake him and tell him it’s just a BBQ, not the bloody FA Cup final? Or should I just let him sulk and crack on? Feel like I’m parenting an extra child tbh.